8 XXX : tinyvulgarunicorn

Fun story: I used to work with a girl who was 19 or 20. One day, we're about to close, and she's counting her drawer. She has a dime in her hand and she's just staring at it. I think that maybe she found an old coin (I do all the time), so I'm like "what did you find". She says "the little ones are nickels, right?" I don't know how she is still breathing. People like her are the reason for stupid warning labels.
I frequently look at people (often people i work with) and wonder how they don't fall down more often
I'm a zombie.